Chapter Five

Delilah

I saw the change come over Serafino even before he lunged to his feet and crushed me to him, devouring my mouth with his own. My pulse beat wildly. He wasn't the man I'd gotten to know. He was completely untamed, his polite veneer stripped away to expose a primal lust that both terrified and turned me on.

He was pure alpha dominance and no longer showed restraint. I'd been with many clients over the years, but nothing compared to Serafino's confronting needs...just as nothing compared to the needs he induced inside of me.

I returned his kiss, my hunger matching his until it seemed as if we were both consumed by the same flame that had detonated into an inferno and melded us as one.

I pushed off his jacket as he unholstered his firearm and placed it on his nightstand. I tore my mouth from his as I undid the zipper on his trousers with jerky, uncoordinated hands before I shoved his pants down his strong legs. I didn't care that my high class persona had left the building and I'd become a needy, lust-ridden wench who cared about my own needs as much as his.

And neither did he.

His growl was more animal than human as he toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, his erection a big lump in his boxer briefs. He didn't need to command me to get on my knees, I was already there, swiping my tongue over the outline of his cock through the silky material of his briefs.

Liquid heat rushed to my core even as I noticed the wet, pre-cum patch on his briefs that barely contained his shaft. I licked him again and he pushed the fingers of one hand through my hair while he used his other hand to thrust down his briefs and bare his massive cock to my gaze.

He didn't need to ask me to take his length into my mouth, I did it without hesitation and any urging. I was burning for him and desperate to taste him.

I pushed my lips over the head of his cock, flicking my tongue across the tip to taste the salty-tang of his lingering pre-cum. My eyes fluttered closed and I hummed approval. I'd never really enjoyed blow jobs, but I wanted to please this man, I wanted to taste and suck him and feel every intimate part of him inside my mouth.

I enclosed my lips over him and sucked him harder into my mouth until his shaft rested at the back of my throat. That I hadn't managed to bring all his length into my mouth didn't deter me. I began sucking up and down, loving his groans and muttered growls as he surrendered to my technique.

Not that I was relying on past practice, sucking Serafino was like giving head again for the very first time, except I wanted to do it, enjoyed it. I was succumbing to the experience as much as he was.

"No more," he growled thickly.

I released him, then looked up at him as I licked my lips.

He exhaled shakily. "Get on my bed."

I nodded, aware I was no longer in charge. I lay down and reached for him. He shook his head. "On your belly."

My lashes fluttered, my womb pulling tight even as I did as he asked and rolled over. He knelt behind me and I felt his stare roaming over my naked ass and the length of my back. My muscles flexed tight as I waited for his oversized possession of my body.

He clamped one arm around my waist and lifted my ass high as he guided his cock to my entrance. That I was saturated thanks to his foreplay meant that I shouldn't have any trouble—

I sucked in a pained breath as he thrust forward and filled me to capacity. My inner muscles shrieked and cramped at the invasion, my channel burning. Fuck. I'd never been so utterly stuffed, like he'd just shoved a square peg into a round hole.

I'd been a fool to think I could take him on. I'd never be able to relax enough to enjoy our union.

Then he pushed my hair away from my nape and kissed me there. It was one of my few erogenous zones, and I cried out a little as electricity danced through my veins and pleasure quickly overtook pain. But it wasn't until he reached under my ass and parted my pussy to find my clit, then pinched the bundle of nerves that I exploded with a sharp scream.

I hadn't even finished orgasming when he held my hips and began hammering inside me with unrelenting strokes, harder and faster. Sweat formed between us at the friction that all but created a fire within. Pain no longer existed. I was on a whole other plane where I was aiming for the stars. I counterthrusted, my ragged moans joining his grunts and groans as he plundered my body.

He didn't stop and I was once again on the precipice of orgasm when he simultaneously sucked my nape and pinched my clit. I fell into the abyss, rejoicing as I plummeted by shouting out his name.

His hands tightened, his fingers digging into my hips as his whole body shuddered and he followed me over. His seed pulsed deep inside of me while he bellowed with pleasure, my name then sounding like a whimper on his lips.

When it came to this man, all I thought about was how much he was thinking about me, wanting me, while he claimed my body. All I was thinking about was how much I now wanted him to think about me after I was discarded and another woman took my place.

I really did need to get away from him as soon as possible.

Then he bent close to my ear and said in a possessive whisper, "I'm not finished with you yet, my little firebird."